Today the teacher said close your eyes, lay your head on your hands, and become a crocodile. No time goes by and I'm in the first grade. My young classmates are there but I can't see them. Mrs Stow said bury your heads so there was no light. She wears silky bell bottom pants which magically hide her patent red high heel shoes. It was a wonder when you are seven, and yes, it was a crush. After rising to sphinx I become an old child and see her golden shoulder length hair while my rotator cuffs say hello and the warmth of my breath reflects back from my matt. I don't know whether she's alive, but she's here now, when we were both much younger. I shiver with sensation and image, no division between body and mind, past or present. I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for this moment of me.
Los Angeles - 2019